Em 022000
G * 355433
Cadd11+/D x54010
There?s a cool breeze blowing in a garden grove
Where a lady, she learns to sleep
While surrounded, not where all the flowers grow
Otherwise on an empty orchard street
She is dreaming of her holiday
From the working glass menagerie
Still her hands are cold
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that she?s warming up to loving me
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And fate is not a mission
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When I saw you in the garden
G * Cadd11+/D
She keeps inviting me to go down
Are you warming up?
